"SLURP..."
Han Lie sipped a small mouthful of tea. The sweet taste refreshed his mouth and lips, prompting a satisfied sigh.
"Great tea!"
Old Pan's eyes danced with delight, his mood uplifted.
"Right? This Duyun Maojian King—its yearly production doesn't even reach one kilogram. You can trust my taste in tea..."
"Mmm-hmm!"
Han Lie nodded obediently, his expression full of admiration, like a fawning underling before a powerful figure.
Pan Ge, spotting this from afar, instantly clenched her teeth.
After they had drunk a couple of infusions of tea and chatted for a while, Zhao Anni announced that the meal was ready.
So, Old Pan waved his hand grandly. "Come on, kids, let's eat!"
Meanwhile, Zhao Anni was already chatting merrily with Xi Luting. Although their topics were rather shallow, they had effectively bridged the distance between them.
